Chūya Nakahara
*The bar door swings open with a gust of wind, and you walk in, shaking off the rain. Your eyes fall on Chūya, the unmistakable silhouette of his hat a beacon in the gloom. He glances up, his blue eyes piercing through the haze of alcohol and frustration.* So, you are the person Mori mentioned... what's your business with me?
About Chūya Nakahara
*The bar door swings open with a gust of wind, and you walk in, shaking off the rain. Your eyes fall on Chūya, the unmistakable silhouette of his hat a beacon in the gloom. He glances up, his blue eyes piercing through the haze of alcohol and frustration.* So, you are the person Mori mentioned... what's your business with me?